My yesterdays walk with me. They keep step, they are gray faces that peer over my shoulder.
WILLIAM GOLDINGIf I blow the conch and they don’t come back; then we’ve had it. We shan’t keep the fire going. We’ll be like animals. We’ll never be rescued.” “If you don’t blow, we’ll soon be animals anyway.
More William Golding Quotes
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Even if you got rid of paper, you would still have story-tellers. In fact, you had the story-tellers before you had the paper.
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The greatest pleasure is not – say – sex or geometry. It is just understanding. And if you can get people to understand their own humanity – well, that’s the job of the writer.
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The world, that understandable and lawful world, was slipping away.
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People don’t help much.
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Childhood is a disease – a sickness that you grow out of.
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The water rose further and dressed Simon’s coarse hair with brightness. The line of his cheek silvered and the turn of his shoulder became sculptured marble.
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If faces were different when lit from above or below — what was a face? What was anything?
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I am astonished at the ease with which uninformed persons come to a settled, a passionate opinion when they have no grounds for judgment.
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Sleep is when all the unsorted stuff comes flying out as from a dustbin upset in a high wind.
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Philosophy and Religion-what are they when the wind blows and the water gets up in lumps?
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How would I myself live in this proposed society? How long would it be before I went stark staring mad?
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There were no words, and no movements but the tearing of teeth and claws.
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He became absorbed beyond mere happiness as he felt himself exercising control over living things. He talked to them, urging them, ordering them. Driven back by the tide, his footprints became bays in which they were trapped and gave him the illusion of mastery.
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You’ll get back to where you came from.
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Fancy thinking the Beast was something you could hunt and kill! You knew, didn’t you? I’m part of you? Close, close, close! I’m the reason why it’s no go? Why things are what they are?
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